Throw It Up

作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers

作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers

[Yelawolf]

I see you talking loud but you ain't saying shit

[Hook: Gangsta Boo]

Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er

Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up

You ain't ready for it mother****er

Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up

So why would I wanna break shit down for you

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run

Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker bitch

Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker mother****er

Really you kidding, mother****er I'm the prodigal son

If I'm not hardly the one

You must be barely the one billionth

Running over mother****ers in first

And I'm stunting like my Daddy

D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama

C-c-country like my uncles

Stuttering like a CD in a donk

BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP

And I'm in a blue Chevy

I ain't even shit gears yet

I ain't even *************ft gears yet

I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth

Right, yeah ho

But I just hit the surface

And I'm bout to walk into a bank

With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk

Where the keys

So get the **** outta my way buddy

I gotta brick of herb

And I hit the syrup

And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

Yelawolf and Eminem shit

You don't wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog

Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick bitch

I see you talking loud but you ain't saying shit

[Hook]

Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er

Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up

You ain't ready for it mother****er

Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up

So why would I wanna break shit down for you

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]

G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a mother****er hit his knees when

G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a mother****er hit his knees when

I'm up in the building, preachin' to my children

I don't be taking no bullshit from you haters

You'll make me hurt one of your feelings

Ha ha ha ha

Nah nah ni nah nah

Pick your face up off the floor

I got you feeling sad now

You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit

Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit talking bullshit

I was born on the Mississippi River

Take no bullshit from a bitch or a mother****er

So, so crazy gotta ****ed up temper

Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya

I got a crazy-ass mind game

Ma ****er, I'm a lion, untamed

Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this

I tell them hoes, you ain't ready for it, bullshit

[Hook]

Get the **** from round here, you don't rep my shit

You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, mother****er

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

Throw it up, yeah ho, you ain't ready for it mother****er

Now throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up

You ain't ready for it mother****er

Throw it up, yeah ho, throw it up, throw it up

So why would I wanna break shit down for you

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Me and Yelawolf

Tear the roof off this mother****er

You ain't got the umph

You're a hoof to the foot of an elephant

Hello toots, you look so eloquent

That's what I tell a ****er

Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat

And I'm trying to tell the ca****inger what I want

They say I act like an asshole

When I pull up at the White Castle

And I ask for an appli-cation

Throw it back in her face and

Tell the ****er I'm a rapper, then I wack her

In the head with a Whopper

That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper

Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately slut, ho

Skidda dee da da

Prada, not a chance

I was thinking about buying you some clothes

But Target's closed

So I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors

Was locked, what about some shoes I thought

Great I suppose

So I go to Payless but what'dya know

They didn't carry a size eight in hoes

Oh, this is ugly boy swag

Putting toe tags on you mother****ing ho bags

What a Trailer Trash pioneer

I am yeah, that's why I'm here

I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a mother****ing diary of diarrhea

Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two

Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you

So we don't gotta scream at you

Ow, I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident

I went to go tell em all to go get ****ed

But I'm never gonna bite my tongue

Little ****er, throw it up

[Outro]

{Eminem} What the **** is this, White dog

{Yelawolf} Yo, what up

{Eminem} What up

{Yelawolf} Uh, you do that verse

{Eminem} Yeah, I just killed that bullshit

{Yelawolf} What

{Eminem} Nah, nuthin'. Um yo, you know what I was thinking man

I think the one thing that uh.. that the album don't have

That might be missing

Is like uh.. a song for like, for girls

{Yelawolf} Uh, what do you mean? For like ****ing?

{Eminem} Nah, girls. Like a lovesong

{Yelawolf} No?!

{Eminem} We need one!

{Yelawolf} Like.. lovesong-lovesong?

{Eminem} Yeah man, ****ing like love songs!